little things mean a lot

this glorious morning, they ignored us at mitzi’s sister, so we walked out and stumbled upon cowbell, an amazing eatery. pulled pork benny with duck eggs (poached and fried so it’s crispy on the outside but still runny in benny tradition) and collard greens is all i really need to say. except that there are hooves in the bathroom and they have somehow managed to create a cheese scone with the consistency of a cream puff. on the way home, i giggled at this improvement to the subway, and caught the use of the new ampitheatre as the mainstage of the fireside cultural festival (maestro’s slated to headline at 6pm). i’m heading to the anniversary party of brimz this evening, and i’m excited to see what kamau’s bringing.